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Shapeshifter
03:55
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There’s a voice in my head saying:
“Watch yourself tonight. You’re the world’s worst judge of character and he’s a character you can’t rewrite.”
This isn’t a fantasy darling
It’s a fucking nightmare
You’re so lost in the moment
You just don’t have the heart to care
At all
You punched a hole in my chest
With your callous indifference
I’m already trying to find ways to forgive you
Drank half a bottle of whisky
Then I begged you to kiss me
Sometimes it’s easier just to forget you
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
There’s no highs without the lows
That’s a pill I just can’t swallow
I’m watching her becoming me
That’s the irony she just can’t see
There’s a voice in my head saying:
“Be careful shapeshifting like that. When you pack your bags and run off home, will you change back?”
Cos there’s not way of knowing if you’ll like what you become
My stomach’s churning, I’m forgetting my name
But god isn’t it fun?
You punched a hole in my chest
With your callous indifference
I’m already trying to find ways to forgive you
Drank half a bottle of whisky
Then I begged you to kiss me
Sometimes it’s easier just to forget you
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
There’s no highs without the lows
That’s a pill I just can’t swallow
I’m watching her becoming me
That’s the irony she just can’t see
Darling, I’m gonna steal your show
(Get up on the table, let ‘em know)
How sad and pathetic I am
(Cos I am)
Sorry to suggest you could be in the wrong
And I’m so sorry if I’ve talked too long
Take over, tell me how sad he’s made you
Didn’t I warn you?
You punched a hole in my chest
With your callous indifference
I’m already trying to find ways to forgive you
Drank half a bottle of whisky
Then I begged you to kiss me
Sometimes it’s easier just to forget you
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
There’s no highs without the lows
That’s a pill I just can’t swallow
I’m watching her becoming me
That’s the irony she just can’t see
(Can’t see, can’t see, yeah)
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2. |
Everybody Is Just Awful
03:58
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Tell me, do you think that nobody deserves to die?
Cos I’ve run out of good excuses
Don’t say you’re sorry cos I know you’ll do it again
No matter what you do somebody loses
You’re just a deer on a lonely highway
Until somebody hits you
Just a girl standing by the train track
Until the world is ripped from under you
You’re gonna die
I’m gonna find
The things that you’re scared of
And make you cry
You’re gonna die
Who cares if it’s right?
I don’t think you should be walking home
Alone this late at night
Even angels must get bored of wearing white
Don’t believe the good in others
Sooner or later you’re gonna find
That anyone would kill their mother
If you offered them a large enough sum
Or maybe after getting them drunk you handed them a gun
And said, “Go blow out the brains of the one who made you.”
The world’s gonna end
Might as well go do the worst to your best friends
You’re gonna die
I’m gonna find
The things that you’re scared of
And make you cry
You’re gonna die
Who cares if it’s right?
I don’t think you should be walking home
Alone this late at night
Break out the knives
Your hands are tied
I’ll tell you a story
Make you ask why
And then I’ll say, “You’d do the same to me
“n a heartbeat
“And so would anybody else in your place
“It’s not because I’ve gone insane
“It’s just that’s what everybody’s like these days.”
You’re gonna die
I’m gonna find
A way to enjoy
The last moments of your life
You’re gonna die
I won’t think twice
About it
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3. |
All Your Fault
03:51
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What is it that you’re looking for?
Search every corner, look under every stone
Maybe it’s at the bottom of the deep blue sea
Or between her sheets, beneath my tongue
I’ve been walking circles in my sleep
You’re a dead end and I’m stuck in a fantasy
So I’ll wrap myself in indifference
While my honeysuckle heart sucks the life from me
It’s all your fault
Cos you’re just so cool
It’s not my fault
That I’m so obsessed with you
The truth is this
That I knew who you were
I knew from the start
But I just didn’t care
So maybe it’s my fault
My fault
You’re crazy if you think that I’m in love
I’m just naive, just stupid and oh so alone
You were a shelter to curl up and fall asleep in
But I’ve realised you are not my home
It’s all your fault
Cos you’re just so cool
It’s not my fault
That I’m so obsessed with you
The truth is this
That I knew who you were
I knew from the start
But I just didn’t care
So maybe it’s my fault
My fault
There’s a million songs about tough guys like you
Such a stereotype of a broken little boy
And I didn’t want to write a song about you
If you ever find out you’ll laugh at me
It’s all your fault
Cos you’re just so cruel
And me well I’m done
Done playing it cool
Cos the truth is this
That to you we’re all the same
Just players, just pawns
In a fucked up little game
So it’s your fault
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4. |
Moral Compass
04:46
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I think this is something that’s been
Sung before
You seem to lack emotional understanding,
A moral compass and more
But apparently that’s what it’s acceptable
To be like these days
I’m getting a little sick and tired
Of hearing the excuses you’ll use to get laid
You’re not trying to be better
Don’t tell me you regret her
I don’t believe we’ve been introduced
I don’t believe that I’d really want to
You’re lucky you’ve still got friends
But which one matters shouldn’t depend
On how much you wanna get fucked that day
It shouldn’t matter which one’s willing
To lie your guilt away
Maybe you didn’t know the damage
You would do
Maybe he made the first move
But the crime you committed
Well, that takes two
What the fuck did you think the outcome would be?
Yeah you’ve been forgiven before
But how many chances do you need?
Maybe he’s just immature
A whore of opportunity
Damage control’s not an act of charity
I don’t believe we’ve been introduced
I don’t believe I’m really missing out on you
He goes and does whatever he wants to
Consequences salute him
And the only evidence of a conscience
Is when he lies his guilt away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Saying sorry doesn’t amount to much
When it comes from you
How many times have we been around this block?
I think it’s a few
Are you really sorry?
Or will you just do it again?
You must have been one helluva charmer
Cos you’re not much of a friend
I don’t believe we’ve been introduced
I don’t believe that you’d really want to
I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting
I don’t believe anyone deserves this kind of emotional beating
I don’t believe you know you’re the one who is to blame
I don’t believe you’re even capable of change
I don’t suppose this is any of my business, but
I don’t believe that you’re really worth this
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5. |
I Don’t Wanna Die Here
03:53
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Sitting on the shore
Crossing my swords
It seems we’ve reached a stalemate
I’m not yours anymore
But where to go next?
The weight of my head is breaking my neck
As for my legs
They’d run back to you if they could
I already know this misery will someday be something that I miss
Mayday, slow and sickly sweet
Turn my face to the sun’s kiss
The river I cried couldn’t put your fire out
Washed away my trust
Yeah, I flew too close too many times
And my wings turned to dust
And I can’t stop thinking
I don’t wanna die here
At the bottom of the deep blue sea
With nothing at all but your arms around me
I don’t wanna die here
Nothing to show for life
But empty beer bottles with half written letters inside
Two weeks later I’m sitting by the river
Telling the story of me and you
My friends and me laugh, lying in the grass
The skies are clear but I still feel blue
Why couldn’t you let me fix all your broken bones?
I could have been your shelter, you could have been my home
Why couldn’t I say all that I wanted to say?
I know it’s time to run away
Cos
I don’t wanna die here
At the bottom of the deep blue sea
With nothing at all but your arms around me
I don’t wanna die here
Nothing to show for life
But empty beer bottles with half written letters inside
You never said you’re sorry, I don’t believe you are
So I’ll pack my bags and run so fucking far
And like they say in the song that’s stuck in my head,
“You will never ever touch me again”
You never said you’re happy, I don’t believe you could be
But I won’t let you sink my soul to the bottom of the sea
Deep, deep down where you made a home for your own
With all those empty bottles and broken brittle bones
Go ahead and laugh
I’ll write as many songs about you as I want
The conclusion will always be the same:
You’re such a fucking cunt
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Arsenic Annie Aberdeen, UK
“There goes Arsenic Annie, never fully dressed without a restraining order.”
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